Test Drive
Copyright© 2013 by Lyndon Brown
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Husband's absence has unexpected costs
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Cheating Revenge
Old George stopped in for coffee on his third time, "making his rounds." A construction site near an urban area is not a safe or secure place after dark. Thieves, vandals and squatters make watchmen like George, and the M9 under my arm a necessity. George usually tapped on the door and waved as he passed, if my office lights were on. He stopped, mid-shift, when I was still working. His wife had him on a pretty tight diet, but when I had fresh cookies or pie, he couldn't resist. Hey, I like to bake, and I like my efforts to be appreciated.
"I love what you've done with the place."
I chuckled. "Just because I spend my life in a duplex construction trailer, on some barren muddy jobsite, doesn't mean I can't appreciate the finer things." I'd added a few items to my "I love me wall," a hold over from my military background. My UT engineering degree, now three years old, hung next to a shadow box holding an M40, scope, night scope, and some ammo and accessories. The new additions were my contractors license, and new photos of me with some of the VIPs I'd chanced to meet. The chairs and worktable were also new.
"I don't think I could live like this: eight hours work outside, half the night at your desk, most nights. Living in the other half of this trailer!"
"You only see half my life. I join a gym. I exercise, swim, do Tae Kwon Do. I have a girl I run with. We share a table at Bob Evan's most mornings. I'm on site for only only three or four weeks usually, sometimes a week or so more. Between jobs I'm on vacation with pay, going anywhere I choose." I don't mention my little adventure trips for the company. "Hell, I baked those cookies you're scarfing."
"It's not a home, not one with a warm bed and a willing wife, anyway."
"No way can I argue with that."
I had visitors the next evening. The sensors picked them up. The yard lights came up, alarms triggered, cameras tracked. Shit, that's part of what I do. One figure stayed at the front door, one at my office door. Randy Jordan approached my desk.
"You've been seeing Kathleen again."
"Yeah, same gym. We do forms together, run, eat breakfast, talk."
"Quit the gym. Don't see her again."
"Not happening."
"I said QUIT!"
"I meant to say: Fuck You!"
"This is a nice place. Shame if anything were to happen to it. Do you have insurance?"
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